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Posted by Mequeda Chatsoni on 20th Nov 2014


My medical condition has a name, his violent activity targets my frame.

he shows no mercy as he oppresses my belief so i can consider my accuser,

his seed is defiled and his substance is my abuser.

I wait for my diagnosis from the tribe of death,

but I battle the thought to submit my last breath.

I check myself in the sanctuary of war,

Where the good shepard is filling me up to endure

the treatment to kill the cells that sells my body to the keeper of hell,

I will prevail!

Cancer is his name but Christ I proclaim

and chemo therapy will bring him to shame

my name is Chemo girl.